dimanche 16 octobre 2011

Tony


he has eyes like an indian goddess
they seem to melt in my hands
as i reach around his tall lithe body

he is beautiful
the way i feel when i lean back against him
his long arms encircling

his voice
caressing
as his long fingers
moving over my chest

eyebrows that arch over the rainbows
a glamorous cloud of movement
which has opened upon the ages

1 commentaire:

Unknown a dit…

Must be from 92. My first summer alone in Paris. My first real boyfriend, not that it lasted very long.